It’s just after 4 in the afternoon as I type these words. The snow that’s spent most of the last week clogging the streets and sidewalks of my small corner of Brooklyn has begun to melt, aided by the morning’s rainfall. My windows are cracked a bit, letting some fresh air into the apartment. Soon enough, the dough that’s currently sitting in a countertop food processor will be placed into the oven and the apartment will fill with the smell of baking bread.
There’s an LP playing on the stereo in my living room. It’s from a duo called Reading Rainbow, and its title is Prism Eyes. Mostly, though, I just keep returning the needle to the beginning of side A, so that I can listen to the song “Wasting Time” again and again. It’s just about perfect, as noisy pop songs go: infectious and simple and magnificently catchy.
“Feel the sun is on us now/ I feel fine/ No one else can show us how,” they sing as the song ends. It doesn’t seem like a bad motto to take with me into this newly-born year.